Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.

Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.

Turn me into a flower
So I can watch the neighbourhood cats wander by,
and listen to the low hum of a bumblebee.
Free from the fear of its sting

Turn me into a flower.
So I could learn about the love of nature,
And be arranged in a little shot glass after,
resting softly, without the need to bloom.

Turn me into a flower.
And place me on the dresser.
So i can watch my petals fall,
and witness the nature of love.

Just turn me into a flower
So my vulnerability can become my adornment.
And wishing upon the stars,
will not be seen as a foolish act.

Please, just turn me into a flower.
So I may feel safe in the dark.
Unburdend by the dangers of merely existing,
as a woman in this world.

God please turn me into a flower.
Where I would be free to pick at my petals.
Pulling my truth out of childish believes.
They like me, they like me not.

Could you please just turn me into a flower.
So I can forgo the struggle of words.
And escape the echoes,
that shatter the silence I crave.

God, can I be a flower?
And when my time comes.
Can you let the wind carry what remains of me?
Knowing I was loved, without ever having to ask.